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[romanticsloths]

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Will write for…

- Slashers

- Stranger Things

- Pokémon

- FNAF

- … will add more over time, you can request things off this list!! (Just things off the top of my head)

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[romanticsloths]

Brahms imagine:

You two are on the couch, his head is in your lap while you play with his freshly washed curls. Soft classical music plays in the background, the fireplace is lit, everything just seems so perfect. It’s all so nice. You feel your eyes start to close as sleep starts to take over. For the first time ever, everything seems to be going right . ❤️

[romanticsloths]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Bubba Sawyer x reader were the reader is losing a lot of weight because she’s not eating and Bubba starts to notice. Thank you :)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST!!! :D I’ll get on it right away :)

[romanticsloths]

Brahms x Reader part 3 (final)

TW: Kidnapping, abuse

Light shined through the windows of the manor, illuminating the absolute destruction caused by a broken man. When it hit day five of you being gone, he absolutely lost it, trashed the entire house. He wanted you back, he needed you back.

Brahms wasn’t one to expression emotions other than the negative ones, he knew he loved you. You were his. He thought he made that obvious, that he needed you to stay with him. Apparently not. He laid next to the piano, curled up in the floor. That was your favorite place to be in the house, at the piano. 

A sob escaped his lips. 

Where had you gone?

You sat in a café, watching the rain fall outside. It was very early in the morning, meaning not too many were out and about. You looked in the direction of the manor. You had to go back there, you knew that. You couldn’t imagine how Brahms was doing right now, you were positive he was absolutely vivid. Hell, so were you, but you weren’t as free to show it. You glanced back at the man who was at the counter, ordering breakfast. 

This man was your father. Doesn’t seem too bad right? I suppose it normally wouldn’t be too awful, but considering the circumstances... In short, he kidnapped you.

He and your mother had divorced when you were a small child, almost three years old. You don’t know too much about the details, but your mother won custody over you, you couldn't see your father. The reason for that being he was far from being a good father. He was a true psychopath in hiding, and damn good at it. Your mother tried to keep you safe from him, but she wasn’t here now.

You were out for your weekly shopping trip, and then there he was. You froze. You wanted to run, your brain screamed at you to run, everything in you was begging you to run, except your legs. 

You made eye contact with him. You watched as the twisted grin grew on his face. He lifted his shirt just enough so you could see the knife hidden away. 

Then he had you. You couldn’t get away. You were stuck. You weren’t one to believe in a God, but praying seemed like your best option at this point. 

The evil man that you hated to call Dad came back over with a box full of donut holes. “Lets go,” he grumbled.

Reluctantly, you stood up and walked out of the little café with him. He always made you walk in front of him or beside him so he could keep an eye on you. He knew you would try to escape eventually, and when that time came, he would kill you. He told you that himself. If you want to live, you had to stay with him. Forever. And when he dies, you will die too. 

You planned on trying to escape at some point. The fact was, you were probably going to die at the hands of this man who snatched you anyway, might as well make an attempt to go back to your home.

You tried to relax as much as possible, though another thought that plagued your mind was Brahms was probably almost out of food, and he probably hadn't been eating a lot because most of the food needed to be cooked and Brahms sucked at adulting. 

You were now back at his flat, waiting for a good time to try and make your escape. You've thought about it a lot. You will probably do it around lunch, he always has you make an omelet for him every other day, and today was one of those days. You would try to hit him with the pan and make a run for it.

You barely touched the pastries that you father set in front of you. Nerves killed your appetite, they had been for the past few days. The asshole before you glared at the half eaten elephant ear before turning his glare to you. 

“Are you going to eat?”

You glared back at him silently, refusing to talk to him. 

He grumbled to himself before snatching the pastries away. “Fine, you won’t get to eat then.” You began walking to his room. “Don’t forget about my omelet.”

As he went into his room, you looking longingly at the door that had five locks holding it shut. You’ve thought about trying to escape while he hid away in his room before, but it made too much noise to be successful. That’s why he had to be knocked out cold, just long enough to get out the door and get back to Brahms. That was all that mattered.

A few hours passed and finally it was omelet time. You grabbed the pan you always used for the omelet and awkwardly moved around, trying to make it sound like you were doing something productive. After a couple minutes passed, it was finally time for your plan to be put into action.

“Dad!” you shouted, trying not to gag as you said the name. “The stove isn't turning on!”

You heard a frustrated groan before there was some rusting heard from his room. Finally the door opened and he was on his way to the kitchen. As he walked into the kitchen, you pulled the pan off the stove which you had turned on, a little plan B is the pan didn’t work too well: burn him.

You watched as he inspected the stove, his back was to you. 

You readied the pan.

He stuck his hand over the part of the stove you turned on. “Well it feels like it’s working just-”

THWAP and BAM.

That man was out cold after the amount of force you used for that. The goodness in you worried you might have cracked his skull... but no time for worrying! 

You quickly scurried over to the door and fumbled with the locks. There was only one lock with a padlock and you memorized the numbers within two days. 

You were out that door in mere seconds, running, running, and running. Everything screamed at you to stop. Your lungs cried for air, your legs and arms begged for a small break, but not even the strange glares you got as you ran by people would stop you. You had to get to Brahms.

Once you reached the road that lead up to the mansion, you slowed down to a walk and allowed yourself to relax, but only a little bit. You continued to drag yourself to the manor, just a few more miles.

The sun was beating on you and the blisters on your feet felt like absolute hell, but you were finally home.

The trudged up to the door, tears pricking your eyes. You slowly pushed open the door, and a gasp left your lips.

The place looked like it had been abandoned for years, everything was everywhere. Panic began to set it.

You rushed in and looked around, your anxiety bubbling fiercely. “Brahms?! Are you okay?!”

You walked into the room where the piano sat. Sadness filled you as you saw Brahms, asleep on the floor. 

You rushed over to him and was about to wake him up until you noticed something you should have noticed a lot sooner. His mask had fallen off.

You stared at the red scars that trailed down his face to his shoulder. You bit your lip as you tried to fight back fresh tears. 

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered. You ran a hand through his curly locks.

You quickly pulled your hand away in shock as his eyes started to flutter open. 

“B-Brahms,” you whispered, not wanting to shake him up too much. “Are you okay?”

You watched as his lips parted slightly and his eyes widened in disbelief. Then anger showed itself on his features. 

He pushed himself up and threw himself on to you, throwing his hands on your neck.

You weakly pulled at his hands, still exhausted from the jog you were not prepared for. You tried to talk to him, but his anger clouded his sight and thoughts.

“Please,” you struggled out. “B-Brahms...”

Finally, as your vision was slowly leaving you, Brahms’ features softened and he quickly let go of your neck. 

You stared at the ceiling as fresh air entered your lungs. You were absolutely stunned that that had just happened. 

Soft whimpering caught your attention. You forced yourself to glance at Brahms. You felt immediate sympathy as you saw him trying to put the mask back on. Suppressing a sigh, you forced yourself on to your knees.

“Hun,” you mumbled, getting Brahms attention. 

He looked at you, his feeling of helplessness evident. 

You tried your best to smile at him to comfort him. You reached your arms out. “Come here.”

Brahms practically threw himself into your arms, and sobbed. He wailed. 

All you could do was rub his back and hug tighter. 

“Where were you,” you heard him whisper as his sobbing began to die down. 

You swallowed thickly as you recalled the past few days. “I’ll tell you later, why don’t we go take a nap first? I know it isn’t part of the schedule, but I think we deserve it.”

Brahms nodded slowly, and both of you went to his room. He curled into a ball and you laid down behind him, wrapping an arm around him, nuzzling into his neck. 

Besides the fact that this man almost killed you, you were so happy to be back with him.

[romanticsloths]

Michael Myers Imagine: You’re sitting in bed, and you oh so desperately want to sleep. Too bad. You‘re sitting up in an awkward position and your cat had fallen asleep on your leg. It’s basically illegal to move now.

You look to Michael who sat at the end of the bed. “My neck hurts,” you complain.

Michael turns to you, unamused. With a huff, he leans over and takes the cat before tossing it to the floor.

You gasp loudly, causing Michael to look back at you.“How could you?!” you cry. “He was so peaceful!”

[romanticsloths]

requests are open!!!

My brain refuses to come up with any more ideas :’)

[romanticsloths]

Play Me A Song (Slappy x Reader)

// Middle school me would be fucking quaking right now

You really didn’t have too much going for you before Slappy. The place you called home was a friend’s shed, you dropped out of college, and you couldn’t find a job for your own sake. 

One day your friend knocked on the door of the shed. You rushed to the door, loving the company you had when you got it, which wasn’t very often. 

You couldn’t hide the amount of confusion you felt when you saw him standing there, beaming at you, a dapper ventriloquist dummy in his arms.

“May I just ask,” you started. “What the fuck, Andy?”

“Well,” Andy chuckled sheepishly. “I feel really bad for never being able to be around for you, so I thought the least I could do was offer you company from someone else.”

It was a ridiculous proposition, but you weren’t going to reject the dummy, so you took him. Once Andy left, you ended up throwing the dummy on to a bean bag in the corner of the shed.

Weeks passed before your eyes landed on the dummy once again. You felt a shiver run through your spine as you made eye contact with said dummy. Shaking it off, you walked over to him and lifted him up to get a good look at him.

He had a few chips in his face, but other than that he was in great condition. The thought of selling him crossed your mind but you knew you would feel guilty if you did. 

You sat where the dummy once did and placed him on your lap. “Alrighty, good sir! Lets see how bad I am at this.”

Almost an hour of you trying to figure out how to talk while not moving your mouth, you decided to put the dummy back on the sack of beads. 

As you sat up, the dummy was tilted just enough for a slip of paper to fall out of his pocket. Eyes widening in curiosity, you placed the dummy on the bean bag and knelt down to grab the peace of paper. 

You smiled after you read the small intro on the card. You glanced up at the dummy. “Nice to meet you, Slappy.”

After looking back at the card, you noticed the shadow of more words on the back. You flipped it over and squinted your eyes at the strange words. “Karru Marri Odonna Loma Molonu Karrano?” you said slowly.

You looked back at Slappy in confusion. Your breath caught in your throat as stared at the dummy. You could have sworn you just watched him blink, but that couldn’t be.

You sighed deeply and shook your head. “Great, now I’m going crazy.” You placed the card on a shelf and turned off the lamp, going to bed.

For the next few days, you noticed things would be missing or moved around. You just assumed you had moved them and forgotten about it. You weren’t one to try to spook yourself.

Then finally it all went too far. A envelope full of money that you had been saving for years went missing. Panic set in almost immediately.

You ran around the shed, looking in your desk, under anything you could turn over. Tears built up in your eyes as the fear began to drown you.

“Oh, (Y/N)! I didn’t think you would so worked up over a wad of cash.”

You froze at the sound of the raspy voice. You never noticed anyone else enter the shed. 

You turned to the sound of the voice but all your eyes landed on was the dummy, with a leg crossed over the other and a mischievous smirk planted on his face.

You were paralyzed, part of you wanted to run away as fast as possible, the other wanted your money back.

Slappy’s smirk seemed to widen as he jumped down from the bean bag. “You want it back, don’t you?”

All you could do was nod your head. 

Slappy giggled a highly annoying laugh. “Good! But if you want it back, I’m gonna need your help.”

You needed that money, so you agreed.

As bad as it might sound, having to work for a wooden puppet, it wasn’t all too bad, though you weren’t too on track with the whole taking over the world thing, but who were you to judge.. He actually helped you get back on track.

Slappy helped you get a job, made you save more money than you ever had. He then made you go to college again. You were surprised by the amount of patience he had to put his plans into action, but after learning more about who he was, you guess he had all the time in the world.

You knew Slappy was having you do all these things so you would be more purposeful to him in the future, but it was nice that someone was actually pushing you to be better. When everything started going downhill, no one told you to keep trying, but Slappy has been making sure you stay on top of everything.

After graduating, Slappy made you get a new job, one that paid better. He made you buy a house. After a few more years, you were finally where he wanted you to be. 

You came home from work, it was late at night. It was a rough day. You clenched your fists, trying to make all the negative emotions go away. Slappy didn’t like when you cried, found it annoying. 

You walked into your room and immediately changed into some comfy clothes. Falling on to your bed, you let out a long, deep sigh. You felt like crying, but you really didn’t feel like getting lectured by Slappy.

The tears built up as a lump formed in your throat. Just as a sob was about to escape your lips, your door flew open. 

“(Y/N)!”

You choked the sob, trying to hide it. Slappy didn’t seem to notice.

“I think it’s about time we get into the real swing of things.”

You sighed. “Slappy-”

“As you know,” Slappy said cutting you off. “I need your help in achieving my dreams.”

“Slappy-”

“And I have so many plans!”

“Slappy!” Tears freely glided down your cheeks. 

Slappy’s wide grin fell. “What?”

“Can we please talk about this tomorrow.”

Slappy’s eyes narrowed. You watched as he studied your mixed expressions before finally closing his eyes and sighing. 

“(Y/N)?” he said quietly, as if not to scare you off.

You inhaled deeply. “Yes?”

“Play me a song.”

You shook your head. “Slappy I-”

“Play me a song, (Y/N).”

You watched his eyes follow a falling tear. Slowly, you stood up and walked out of your room. You heard Slappy’s footsteps behind you. 

You walked to the living room where a piano sat against the wall. You pulled the bench out and slowly sat yourself down. 

You had learned some piano as a child, but Slappy wanted you to keep practicing. He enjoyed himself some calming music on the piano.

“Hey,” Slappy snapped, slapping at your back. 

You couldn't help but smile, it always cracked you up when he needed help getting to something. You picked him up and sat him next to you.

“Any requests?” you asked.

“Surprise me.”

You thought for a moment, before remembering a song your mother used to play. You searched through your folder of music, hoping you had it. You smiled once you pulled out the sheet music. 

You placed the music where you wanted it and began to play. You lightly pressed the keys as the soothing melody resonated from the instrument. You had always loved the tune as a child, and that didn’t change now.

As you played the last chord you released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Very nice,” Slappy complimented. “I haven’t heard you play that one before.”

“I don’t think I ever planned on playing,” you whispered. “Honestly forgot I had gotten it...” Slappy slid off the bench and looked up at you with a smile. “Oh you didn’t get it, I got it for you.”

You turned to him with wide eyes. “Wait what? How did you-”

“I just know.” Slappy started to walk away but was jerked back when you grabbed his hand. He turned to look at you, slightly annoyed.

You smiled at him. You didn’t know when it started, but it felt like he became more like family every day. “Thank you.”

Slappy stared at you for a second before pulling away from you. “Of course.”

[romanticsloths]

Brahms x Reader part 2

Everything fell close to silent after he shouted at you. The only thing that broke the silence was the sound of Brahms’ harsh breathing. 

You watched as his shoulders slumped and his breathing steadied. “Please don’t leave me,” he whispered, in the child voice once again.

 Deep down, you had pity for the man. You had no idea who he was or how long he had been there, but it was quite obvious he’s had a messed up past. Even so, you were still trying to fight your fight or flight response. You tried to calm down both of you by talking to him.

“Brahms,” you said quietly. You weren’t sure what you were going to do, what you should do. Should you comfort him or make a break for it? Against your better judgement, you chose the first option.

You slowly reached up for his cheek, waiting for him pull away or smack your hand away. You relaxed as he leaned into your hand. You were caught off guard by how cold the porcelain was. 

Your eyes widened as you saw Brahms’ shoulders shake and heard a shaky sigh from behind his mask. This terrifying man was breaking down right before you. At this point you were convinced this was all just some kind of wack dream. 

Nonetheless, you wrapped you placed your hands on his shoulders and rubbed them, trying to help him relax. You quietly hushed him like you would to a crying child.

You sucked your breath in as Brahms practically tackled you, causing you both to fall. He clutched your clothes in his fists, his masked face was pressed into your stomach, and sobs began to rack through his body. 

You yourself had to stop yourself from crying at the scene. You took complete pity on Brahms. 

“It’ll be okay,” you whispered.

From that day on, you almost never left Brahms’ side. You were his rock, though he happened to be far from yours. It took many times of you losing your temper with him or you ending up crying because of something he did before he learned somewhat decent manners.

After some time, Brahms let you leave to the village to get supplies necessary for life. Though he did expect you to get back home as soon as possible.

One night, as Brahms sat at the piano, he waited for you to come back. You told him you would be a little longer than usual, and though he was reluctant he let you leave. 

It’s been three days since you left.

// I think I’m gonna make one more part for this eventually-

Next part: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/romanticsloths/628199282736005120

[romanticsloths]

Brahms x Reader

You were out on a walk, and with your amazing luck, out of nowhere, rain began to pelt you. You felt a drop hit your head and ignored it. You then noticed the sheet of rain ahead of you, quickly coming in closer. 

A frustrated groan erupted from you. You knew you should have checked the weather before you left. 

You were far from the village you lived in and it would take forever to walk back. You decided to look for some kind of shelter. It was in that moment that you remembered of the recently abandoned Heelshire mansion. It wasn't too far away from where you were if you remembered correctly. With all that in mind, you set off in the direction of the manor.

After what felt like forever of walking, the gates came in view. A wide grin pulled at your lips as noticed the gate was cracked open. You busted butt through the gate and down the trail to the house. Not that it would make much of a difference at this point as you were already soaked.

You jogged up to the door, horribly out of breath by the unexpected workout. It just occurred to you that there was a possibility of the door being locked. 

You expected the door to be locked, why wouldn’t it be. You reacher for the knob and turned. To your surprise, it was unlocked. 

Happily, you pushed the door open and ran inside. You closed the door behind you and took in the place. It was like if ‘your great grandmother’s kitchen’ was a house. It was nice, but kind of gave you bad vibes. You didn’t think too much into it, knowing you wouldn’t be there too long.

You decided to take the chance to explore the place, but you still felt a bit rude doing so. It wasn’t your home to explore. You also couldn’t help the fact that you felt eyes on you, but couldn’t see anything living besides yourself. 

You shook your head, deciding to ignore the feeling. You were probably just being paranoid. 

You decided to explore the downstairs area. Your eyes widened as the dust covered piano came into view. You quickly scurried over to it and slid on to the bench.

 You had taken piano lessons when you were young, and though you stopped after a few years, you had retained some of what you learned. You enjoyed playing every now and then, but never for anyone else. 

You played a C scale. You played an a minor chord. 

You closed your eyes as you let the sound resonate within you. You opened them back up and placed your fingers on the keys. You pressed down gently as your hands moved carefully, making sure you placed the correct keys down.

The music was beautiful, and you weren't the only one to think so. From the wall, eyes watched you, like a predator would with its prey. The owner of the eyes stayed frozen, not even breathing, thinking that if he made a sound it would ruin the magic your music created.

To his dismay, his weight caused the wood of the house to creak. The music immediately stopped as your head snapped in the direction. You've seen enough horror movies to ignore that kind of stuff.

Even so, you still wanted to believe you were being paranoid. It was an old house, old houses make creaky noises. Hell, all houses make creaky noises.

Shaking your head, you glanced out one of the windows. It was getting dark and still the rain was not letting up. You grumbled nonsense to yourself as you realized you might have to stay the night at this creepy place.

You took this as an opportunity to explore upstairs. You left the piano and dragged yourself to the stairs. You half expected to see ghosts and whatnot up there, but knew that was just silly.

You glanced in the rooms, though a lot of them were almost pitch black and scared you off. You finally found a bedroom that had a window right in front of the setting sun. It had just enough light to help you feel safe. 

You walked in and spun around slowly, admiring the room. After you were satisfied, you sat on the bed and kicked your shoes off. You lay down and try to get comfortable.

Not that the fact that you had broken in to some old house was helping, but it was becoming annoying uncomfortable with the feeling of eyes on you. You tried to ignore but the feeling just never went away. Even though it was a struggle, you eventually fell asleep. You had already decided you were heading home in the morning, rain or not.

The sudden shift of the bed made you wake up and sit up in a snap. You saw quickly glanced over to your side to see a large man in the middle of climbing into bed with you, though now he was rigid.

Both of you stared at each other for what felt like forever. His curly brown locks fell into his green eyes that were behind the doll-like mask that looked to be glued back together.

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. You didn’t know what to do, what to say. 

Your heart felt as if it was trying to burst out of your chest.

You kind of felt like crying, just because of the panic that was building inside of you.

Your breath hitched as you realized the man resumed climbing into bed with you. 

“W-Wait!” you stammered. 

The green eyes met yours once more. One seemed to be permanently dilated, but both eyes seemed to held the same intensity. 

“Who are you?” you asked quietly. You gulped to yourself as he situated himself next to you, pulling the cover over himself.

“Brahms,” he said, but his voice caught you off guard. He sounded as if he was a small child.

You decided not to bring it up. You were definitely getting out of here as soon as possible, but you asked for his name it was only right to say yours.

“I’m (Y/N),” you said.

“(Y/N),” Brahms mumbled to himself, as if testing your name out.

You watched as his eyes wondered your face. “You’re very pretty,” he commented. 

You couldn’t stop the blush that blossomed on your cheeks. “I- Um- Thank you.”

You didn’t even have time to react before he reached and ran a dirty hand through your hair. 

“So pretty,” he said. 

You nodded slowly before pulling your head away from his hand. “Ha, ha... Yup!” You began to scrambled out of the bed. “Well I think I have over stayed my visit so I think I’ll just le-”

“No!”

You jumped at the sound of a man’s voice. Even with the cracked mask on, you could see the anger blazing in Brahms eyes.

“Greta left me!” he screeched. He slowly started to crawl towards you. “I won't let you leave me.”

It was in this moment that you realized you got yourself trapped in a game of cat and mouse, and you were the mouse.

next: https://romanticsloths.tumblr.com/post/619945670482247680/brahms-x-reader-part-2

[romanticsloths]

Bubba Sawyer x Reader

Your brother and yourself drove through Texas, on your way to meet family. You had lost track of time a very long time ago. You zoned out for long periods of time, the ridiculous heat not helping one bit. 

You grunted as the car was slowly coming to a stop. “What’s going on?” you demanded. Your brother growled before smacking the steering wheel.

“Damn car! Out of gas! I was sure we were gonna make it.” He inhaled deeply before letting out a long sigh as he slumped in his seat. 

“Well,” you said, cutting into his sulking. “What are we gonna do?”

He scoffed at you. “Like hell I know!”

You frowned. “Well we need to do something...” You look through the windshield. “The sun is starting to get pretty low.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m well aware, (Y/N)!” He threw his hands up in defeat. “You know what? Why don’t you go look for a house up the road. Go about a mile or so and if you don’t see nothing, come on back.”

You groaned. “Yeah, okay.” You opened the door and grimaced as the intensity of the heat outside compared to in the car startled you. “Good grief...” Nonetheless, you walk onward to a destination you weren't even sure existed.

After many, many minutes of trudging forward, you just happened to look to your right and see a nice little home far from the road. You would have missed it if you hadn’t have glanced over, lucky you.

With a little bit of hope growing inside you, you practically skipped over to the house.

As you neared the house, a sudden anxiety began to bubble inside you, turning the hope away. You couldn’t explain it, you just knew something was wrong. The hairs on your neck and arms prickled and your eyes darted back and forth nervously as you, against your best judgement, walked up on to the porch and to the door.

You stared at the old looking door, weighing the pros and possible cons of opening this door. Hoping the pros would outweigh the cons, your raised your fist, and knocked.

Nothing.

You knocked.

Nothing.

You knocked one more time, a little harder.

You sighed and turned around. You sat down on the steps, resting your elbows on your knees and your chin in your hands. You weren’t completely sure what to do at this point. 

After what seemed like forever, you decided to stop waiting for something to happen and head back to your brother who had probably melted in the heat by now, you were surprised you hadn’t. 

Just as you stood up, you heard the door open behind you. You quickly spun around and there stood a large man with a very human-like mask. A high pitched squeal that resembled something of surprise came from him as he ran back into the house.

You were left there to stand in shock. What just happened? You did not know. 

You thought your heart had stopped as you heard a chainsaw start in the house. You begged your legs to move, to get you as far away from there as fast as possible, but it was like a dream. Your legs refused to cooperate until you saw the very same man walk back through the door, noisy chainsaw in hands. He seemed very relieved that you hadn’t moved, a audible sigh of relief passing his lips.

Just as he lifted the chainsaw, readying for his strike, your brain suddenly seemed to remember the concept of running, though not direction. 

Sure, you ran, but you ran right into this man’s stomach.

This was it, this was the end.

You clenched the man’s dress shirt as you waited for the chainsaw to cut you in half.

It never came.

Hesitantly, you glanced up. The man’s eyes were wide behind his mask. All of a sudden, he backed away from you like you carried the plague, making confused noises. 

You watched in fear as he backed into a room straight back from the door. You were about to turn around and run off but you saw a truck pulling up. Swearing to yourself, you ran into the house, and once again, your legs seemed to have a mind of their own. You ran right into the room the man went into.

You slid the door shut behind you and put your back up to it, sliding down to the floor. You looked up at the man who held the now silent chainsaw. Neither of you dared to move.

After about a minute of staring at each other, he placed the chainsaw on the work bench and slowly kneeled next to you, as if not to scare you. It didn’t work.

You were frozen. Your muscles tensed up even more as he leaned in closer until his body was pressed against yours. He gripped your shirt like you had done to his when you ran into him. It took you a few moments for you to realize he was cuddling you.

What the heck? This could not be happening. Oh, but it was. 

You slowly wrapped your arms around the large fellow, and almost immediately he melted on to you, making you grunt. He hummed, content with leaning into your stomach.

That was the day you met your amazing Bubba Sawyer.

[romanticsloths]

what I will currently write for

Slashers/Horror: Halloween, Psycho/Bates Motel, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre(1974), Scream(1996), The Boy, Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elms Street (Working on watching more slasher/horror stuff)

Pokemon: All

Star Trek: TOS, Next Generation

Gorillaz

You can also always ask me to look into something if you want me to write for someone that is not listed on here

I WONT WRITE SMUT IM SORRY